Cheth looks up at the statue of Shoshana. Her expression is mixed - a bit unimpressed, a bit insulted. She glares at it, but the serene marble face with its feathered hood only smiles back.
Cheth raises a hand up toward it, the other hand on her waist.
Cheth: Permit me one small alteration on behalf of my favorite lady. It is... what she would've wanted.
Her fingers grip the statue's head... and cracks it off with a swift motion.
Phaedra watches, horrified and stunned - but silent. Her hair whips around her in a frenzy.